creativity

What a time my grandson Josh and I had today. A friend had sent me an e-mail of hands painted to resemble a zebra, a bird, a peacock, soccer players, a piano player, and other animals and people. Josh, of course, wanted to try painting his hands. Me too, for that matter! So we mixed confectioners sugar icing of different colors and made our hands look first like black and white striped zebras and then with dabs of green, blue, white, and red, our hands were beautiful peacocks. Best of all, we were able to lick our hands clean.

Creativity--how clever of the person who made up the wonderful images for us to copy. Just looking at plain old hands in a different light. Makes me think that when I write it would be helpful to look at a same-old, same old situation from a different angle or from another person's point of view and maybe see something that I've never seen before.

For example, how would a very neat housekeeper have looked at our mess of icing that ended up all over the dining room and, as I discovered later, the living room as well? How would an artist? Or a person who has never has a loving relationship with a parent or grandparent?